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 Poland and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
Television,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Foxx,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Animal Collective,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Wolf Eyes,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Outsiders,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.