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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Gang Green,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
Slick Rick,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Main Source,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anakelly,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Eric Copeland,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
The Real Kids,
Darondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Gap Band,
Skarface,
Magazine,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Organ,
The Happenings,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.