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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Slave,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Country Teasers,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
U.S. Maple,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Arcadia,
The Evens,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.