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 Tanzania and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Black Sheep to the funk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
X-101,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
K-Klass,
The Smoke,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Hashim,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Techniques,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.