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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Oneida,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Ossler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Association,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Wally Richardson,
Godley & Creme,
Judy Mowatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
James White and The Blacks,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.