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 Jamaica and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Carl Craig to the electroclash 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
Don Cherry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David McCallum,
Index,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
Donald Byrd,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Jacob Miller,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.