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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scratch Acid to the funk 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eurythmics,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Association,
Goldenarms,
Janne Schatter,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zapp,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.