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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Khruangbin,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Index,
Schoolly D,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Kaleidoscope,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.