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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 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 linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Victims,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
the Bar-Kays,
Swell Maps,
Anthony Braxton,
Laurel Aitken,
Technova,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Easy Going,
Aaron Thompson,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Byron Stingily,
The Techniques,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül II,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Magma,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
10cc,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.