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 Grenada and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Derrick Morgan to the jazz 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul Sonic Force,
Model 500,
Oblivians,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonic Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
The Leaves,
Amazonics,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pagans,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.