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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
The Gun Club,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
Bauhaus,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Kerri Chandler,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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