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 Colombia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
Bluetip,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Deadbeat,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Busters,
Fela Kuti,
Hashim,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.