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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick Morgan,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doors,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Graham Central Station,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Monks,
Parry Music,
Joe Smooth,
Yazoo,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
The Blackbyrds,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
PIL,
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