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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Technova to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
David Bowie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Thompson Twins,
Fugazi,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
The Tremeloes,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Tubeway Army,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
Lyres,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aswad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.