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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a güiro 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül II,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.