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 United States and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Man Parrish to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Suicide,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Rufus Thomas,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pantytec,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.