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 Burkina and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar 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 clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
the Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monks,
The Cowsills,
World's Most,
The Kinks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Young Marble Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
The Raincoats,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blancmange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.