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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 AZ to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Derrick May,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
Vainqueur,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
The Stooges,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.