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 Guatemala and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Simply Red to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Organ,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Nico,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eli Mardock,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Marmalade,
Brothers Johnson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Black Flag,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.