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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Altered Images to the funk 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
UT,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Talk Talk,
The Slits,
Agitation Free,
The Evens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fortunes,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moleskins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
Fear,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Vogues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.