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 Tunisia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Matthew Halsall to the techno 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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Ludus,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
The Fuzztones,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blackbyrds,
Surgeon,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Interpol,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Technova,
Jandek,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radiohead,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.