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 Antigua and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Lightning Bolt to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
Al Stewart,
Tom Boy,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Althea and Donna,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cure,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
X-101,
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.