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 Bolivia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 La Düsseldorf to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
New York Dolls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
UT,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Whodini,
Bill Near,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Sun Ra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Basic Channel,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
These Immortal Souls,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.