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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Donald Byrd,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Enemy,
Can,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heaven 17,
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