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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
10cc,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Jerry's Kids,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
Accadde A,
Joey Negro,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Khruangbin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Archie Shepp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.