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 Congo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Al Stewart to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
48th St. Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moby Grape,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
World's Most,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Eurythmics,
Skaos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Young Marble Giants,
China Crisis,
The Vogues,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
June Days,
MDC,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Radio Birdman,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Little Man,
Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quando Quango,
The Smoke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
The American Breed,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
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