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 Sweden and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Zeros,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Moebius,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Victims,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Wasted Youth,
Sandy B,
Gang of Four,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magma,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
DNA,
Qualms,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.