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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sexual Harrassment to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
June Days,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smoke,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moebius,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.