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 Iceland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Jerry's Kids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Little Man,
The Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
New York Dolls,
Oneida,
Audionom,
Donald Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Underground Resistance,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.