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 Vietnam and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Names,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Pagans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
Clear Light,
David Axelrod,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Alice Coltrane,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.