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 Brazil and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Throbbing Gristle,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
Nico,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
The Black Dice,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
Shoche,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Rekid,
X-101,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Khruangbin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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