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 Senegal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
The Raincoats,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
Nirvana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deadbeat,
Robert Wyatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cal Tjader,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Bush Tetras,
Soft Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.