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 Italy and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marmalade to the rap 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Johnny Clarke,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
The Fugs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Camberwell Now,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Average White Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
X-102,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.