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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Pagans,
Iggy Pop,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Monks,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Bluetip,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Sheep,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalann,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.