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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hardrive to the disco 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
The Offenders,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
cv313,
Monolake,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alison Limerick,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Bauhaus,
Patti Smith,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Wire,
Oblivians,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.