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 Chile and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Gang of Four,
The Moody Blues,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nas,
Heaven 17,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brass Construction,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Niagra,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
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You don't know what you really want.