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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fania All-Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grey Daturas,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Thee Headcoats,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
Cymande,
Brick,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.