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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
The Doors,
The Sonics,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Move,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
Crash Course in Science,
Qualms,
Hardrive,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
John Foxx,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Wake,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.