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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 the Human League to the jazz 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Todd Rundgren,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Ice-T,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stiv Bators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Hood,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.