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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Barrington Levy to the punk 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
The Move,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Al Stewart,
Jerry's Kids,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
The Offenders,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
The Count Five,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.