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 Samoa and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fuzztones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
10cc,
Blancmange,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Television,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Technova,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Surgeon,
Pulsallama,
Marc Almond,
Spandau Ballet,
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Qualms,
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