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 Iceland and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Lou Reed,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bad Manners,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Gang Green,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
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You don't know what you really want.
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