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 Japan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
The Music Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick,
48th St. Collective,
The Seeds,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Fatback Band,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The American Breed,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Godley & Creme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eurythmics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.