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 Luxembourg and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Outsiders,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skaos,
Lyres,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.