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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harry Pussy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Ten City,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Little Man,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marmalade,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Danielle Patucci,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Crispy Ambulance,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Deepchord,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Trumans Water,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.