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 Taiwan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Pussy Galore to the funk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Patti Smith,
CMW,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hashim,
Delta 5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Sällskapet,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Sugar Minott,
The Smoke,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Sandy B,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Matthew Bourne,
Talk Talk,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.