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 Suriname and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yellowson,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Blancmange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Magma,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Angry Samoans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Subhumans,
Babytalk,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Hasil Adkins,
Isaac Hayes,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
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