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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ 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 theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Move,
Jawbox,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cure,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.