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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
H. Thieme,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fugs,
Sister Nancy,
Roxy Music,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tim Buckley,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
U.S. Maple,
Michelle Simonal,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
AZ,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
Warren Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.