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 Ivory Coast and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brick,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Peter and Kerry,
Wings,
Main Source,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dirtbombs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.