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 Moldova and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hardrive 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
The Names,
Visage,
Quantec,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Almond,
Y Pants,
K-Klass,
PIL,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deepchord,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.