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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Joyce Sims to the crunk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
The Pop Group,
Guru Guru,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Style,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Monolake,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gong,
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Anakelly,
Tommy Roe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Wyatt,
Yaz,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
X-101,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.