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 Luxembourg and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Erykah Badu to the punk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb 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?
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott Heron,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Los Fastidios,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Mars,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.