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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nils Olav,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Prunes,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lucky Dragons,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
The Happenings,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.