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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Bluetip,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Deepchord,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.