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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jacob Miller to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Deadbeat,
Nico,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Beau Brummels,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Alice Coltrane,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
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