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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eurythmics to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Maleditus Sound,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
The Associates,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Wolf Eyes,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
The Gories,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Names,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.