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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 Supertramp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Roy Ayers,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Iggy Pop,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Sonic Youth,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Franke,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
Henry Cow,
Liliput,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.