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 Tajikistan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
the Association,
Todd Terry,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kas Product,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Lower 48,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Pierre Henry,
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