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 France and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Sight & Sound,
Main Source,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Smiths,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Drexciya,
Brick,
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.