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 Japan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Pretty Things,
Black Bananas,
John Foxx,
Peter and Kerry,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Y Pants,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Johnny Clarke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.