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 Switzerland and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Public Enemy to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harmonia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Clear Light,
Interpol,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Roy Ayers,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Charles Mingus,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Tremeloes,
Joe Smooth,
The Saints,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
The Gories,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Amon Düül II,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Slackers,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.