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 Papua New Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Knickerbockers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Tomorrow,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Vainqueur,
LL Cool J,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.