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 San Marino and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 the Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Roger Hodgson,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wings,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ken Boothe,
Nik Kershaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
James White and The Blacks,
Eddi Front,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.