Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
CMW,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cramps,
Josef K,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Minny Pops,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.