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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Dice to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Flag,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Cecil Taylor,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Saints,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Mantronix,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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