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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin 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 güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Jandek,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Raincoats,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rekid,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Fat Boys,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Black Moon,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
ABC,
Easy Going,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.