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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Nas,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Pere Ubu,
The Pretty Things,
The Monochrome Set,
Model 500,
Can,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
Blancmange,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Audionom,
Scion,
Shoche,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rotary Connection,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arcadia,
10cc,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Kas Product,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.