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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gang Starr to the jazz 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
Index,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Sixth Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne,
Liliput,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
Minnie Riperton,
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