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 Laos and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Banda Bassotti to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monks,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Stetsasonic,
Funky Four + One,
Nas,
The Cramps,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
New Age Steppers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.