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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Simply Red,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
Depeche Mode,
Motorama,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zapp,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Franke,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gong,
Symarip,
Main Source,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.