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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronan,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Robert Görl,
Barrington Levy,
Byron Stingily,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
kango's stein massive,
Ken Boothe,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Smog,
Subhumans,
The Searchers,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.