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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mad Mike,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Section 25,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
The Techniques,
Amazonics,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
the Germs,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronnie Foster,
Idris Muhammad,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül,
Q and Not U,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.