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 Kosovo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Pierre Henry,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Radiohead,
Jawbox,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Nico,
The Pretty Things,
Sparks,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Hardrive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Modern Lovers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Barbara Tucker,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.