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 Guyana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Y Pants,
Sparks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
Pagans,
Pulsallama,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Star Department,
Soul Sonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
John Lydon,
The Happenings,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
CMW,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
ABC,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quando Quango,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
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