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 Mozambique and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vladislav Delay,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Surgeon,
Chris Corsano,
The Last Poets,
Country Teasers,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Reuben Wilson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.