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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blancmange to the funk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Brick,
Boredoms,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Names,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Tears for Fears,
Pantytec,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Tubeway Army,
Black Moon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
the Slits,
The Stooges,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
Lindisfarne,
a-ha,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
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.