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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wings 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Blancmange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Wally Richardson,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man,
The Durutti Column,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Womack,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.