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 South Sudan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radiohead to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Mojo Men,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Derrick May,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The Buckinghams,
Inner City,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Lower 48,
Pharoah Sanders,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.