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 Malta and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Barbara Tucker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minutemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
Boz Scaggs,
DNA,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
10cc,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
The New Christs,
Organ,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Victims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.