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 St Lucia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Ronan,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
The Martian,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
the Association,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
MC5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Cybotron,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.