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 Mali and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Blake Baxter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
the Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Pylon,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
Nas,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Magazine,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Barry Ungar,
Fugazi,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
The Cure,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
The Monochrome Set,
Soulsonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
ABC,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Deepchord,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
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