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 Malta and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Fatback Band,
Eddi Front,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Groovy Waters,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Make Up,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Index,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Normal,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Isaac Hayes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harpers Bizarre,
Junior Murvin,
Television,
Kayak,
The Star Department,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.