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 Lithuania and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Suburban Knight,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
The Smiths,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ice-T,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Quando Quango,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.