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 Australia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Trash.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
Liliput,
The United States of America,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
Dawn Penn,
Wasted Youth,
Wally Richardson,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cymande,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Walker Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
The American Breed,
The Move,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flipper,
The Blackbyrds,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.