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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Porter Ricks to the grime 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Wolf Eyes,
John Cale,
the Bar-Kays,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spandau Ballet,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nirvana,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Das Ding,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.