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 Uruguay and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Darondo to the techno 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
Pylon,
Gang Green,
Albert Ayler,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Organ,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.