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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Terry Callier,
Ultra Naté,
Camouflage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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