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 Benin and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Section 25 to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Cecil Taylor,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
The Doors,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Amon Düül,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Eurythmics,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Japan,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
cv313,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Shoche,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Panda Bear,
Sun City Girls,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
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You don't know what you really want.
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