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 East Timor and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the rock 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Peter and Kerry,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
John Foxx,
Shuggie Otis,
Don Cherry,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
the Germs,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Freddie Wadling,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
The Gap Band,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Inner City,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Derrick May,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.