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 Nigeria 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Joe Smooth to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Arcadia,
New Order,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Unrelated Segments,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Glambeats Corp.,
Drive Like Jehu,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.