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 Estonia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Star Department to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suicide,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
Aswad,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
A Certain Ratio,
Severed Heads,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Theoretical Girls,
R.M.O.,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
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