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 Gambia and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Nas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q65,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Move,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Gang Starr,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Youth Brigade,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Tropical Tobacco,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.