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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
The Victims,
Marine Girls,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Sandy B,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
The New Christs,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Crash Course in Science,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Morten Harket,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aural Exciters,
The Slackers,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
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