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 Ghana and from London.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Average White Band to the jazz 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Buzzcocks,
AZ,
Steve Hackett,
New Order,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joy Division,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Howard Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quantec,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.