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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the rap 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Television,
Whodini,
Harmonia,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Make Up,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Slits,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Q65,
Clear Light,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
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