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 Lithuania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultra Naté,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
David McCallum,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Main Source,
Monolake,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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