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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Selecter 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Blancmange,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Jeff Mills,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Alphaville,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
John Cale,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
The Real Kids,
Yaz,
Johnny Clarke,
Matthew Bourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.