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 Mexico and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
The Birthday Party,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gladiators,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
Howard Jones,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Unwound,
Pole,
Boz Scaggs,
Ituana,
UT,
The Golliwogs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Neon Judgement,
Urselle,
Kayak,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
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