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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Sugar Minott,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Babytalk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Alice Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
a-ha,
Sun City Girls,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Interpol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Clarke,
X-101,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris Corsano,
Country Teasers,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.