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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
A Certain Ratio,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
Donald Byrd,
Josef K,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
H. Thieme,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
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.