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 Oman and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the jazz 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Yazoo,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
The United States of America,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Associates,
The Golliwogs,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Duran Duran,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Zeros,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Tommy Roe,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
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