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 Kazakhstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Tim Buckley,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
The Star Department,
Agitation Free,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Los Fastidios,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Alton Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Fatback Band,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Youth Brigade,
Rufus Thomas,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.