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 Tonga and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bill Near to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Alphaville,
AZ,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
Youth Brigade,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Prince Buster,
MC5,
Johnny Osbourne,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Morten Harket,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
June of 44,
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