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 Poland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Electric Light Orchestra,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
The Smiths,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.