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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Rod Modell,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
The Searchers,
Dead Boys,
The Seeds,
Brothers Johnson,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Tres Demented,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Walker Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.