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 Brunei and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gap Band,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Althea and Donna,
Adolescents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Eden Ahbez,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
cv313,
Erasure,
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
MDC,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.