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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 E-Dancer to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Pole,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
L. Decosne,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rufus Thomas,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Last Poets,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang On A Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.