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 Uzbekistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Donny Hathaway,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
Fatback Band,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Urselle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.