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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 EPMD to the dance 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Theoretical Girls,
The Cowsills,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
The Wake,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
Blake Baxter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Los Fastidios,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joensuu 1685,
Unwound,
Royal Trux,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Gong,
Boredoms,
Ten City,
Groovy Waters,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fluxion,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.