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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Faust,
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Flipper,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Brick,
Heaven 17,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Zapp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Ice-T,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
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