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 Moldova and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Boz Scaggs,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
The Grass Roots,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Ronan,
Fear,
The Slackers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Royal Trux,
Max Romeo,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Goldenarms,
Iggy Pop,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Bad Manners,
The Invisible,
Cluster,
Charles Mingus,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.