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 Canada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Lower 48,
Minnie Riperton,
The Stooges,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Infiniti,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.