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 Zambia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Eddi Front,
A Flock of Seagulls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Raincoats,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
FM Einheit,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Davy DMX,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
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.