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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Gang of Four,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Buzzcocks,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Tommy Roe,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Make Up,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scan 7,
The Victims,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Young Marble Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.