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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Warsaw to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
The Pretty Things,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
The Barracudas,
Moby Grape,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
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