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 Guatemala and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
The Techniques,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
The Searchers,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
KRS-One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faust,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.