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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Smog,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Blake Baxter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
The Monochrome Set,
Hashim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shuggie Otis,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.