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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Altered Images 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Simply Red,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
Crime,
Steve Hackett,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Selecter,
LL Cool J,
The Techniques,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Bourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
The Doors,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fat Boys,
The Gladiators,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Rekid,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.