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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
E-Dancer,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Cymande,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Donald Byrd,
Drexciya,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
Zero Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
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