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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
The Fall,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Niagra,
The Move,
Interpol,
Lightning Bolt,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
The Mummies,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.