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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
X-102,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Second Layer,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne,
Boredoms,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
B.T. Express,
Nirvana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.