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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Fuzztones,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.