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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
DNA,
Franke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minor Threat,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Animal Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
The Skatalites,
K-Klass,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Loose Ends,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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