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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
Skriet,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Goldenarms,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Bill Near,
10cc,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doors,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Silicon Teens,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
The Monks,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Au Pairs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Supertramp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.