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 Angola and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bologna.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Idris Muhammad to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Walker Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
MC5,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Fela Kuti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang Green,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
Suicide,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
The Gap Band,
Crime,
Whodini,
Sister Nancy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.