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 St Lucia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Index,
Warren Ellis,
The Cramps,
Judy Mowatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Marc Almond,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Susan Cadogan,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Swans,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Fela Kuti,
PIL,
The Standells,
Fluxion,
Average White Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.