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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Sheep,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lindisfarne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Gang of Four,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Goldenarms,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arab on Radar,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.