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 Mozambique 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grey Daturas,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Brick,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
David Bowie,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.