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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
The Count Five,
Crooked Eye,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Soft Cell,
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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.