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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
The Golliwogs,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
The Pretty Things,
Danielle Patucci,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
Pere Ubu,
The Remains,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Mars,
The Star Department,
Bad Manners,
Black Moon,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marine Girls,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pagans,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.