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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anakelly,
Magma,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Grauzone,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Nick Fraelich,
Barrington Levy,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
The Golliwogs,
Soft Machine,
the Swans,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Graham Central Station,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.