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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Anthony Braxton,
Arcadia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
Boz Scaggs,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Quadrant,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Con Funk Shun,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hashim,
The Associates,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
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Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.