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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Donald Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Slave,
Ralphi Rosario,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Associates,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Sound Behaviour,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terry Callier,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
CMW,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Mad Mike,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
The Flesh Eaters,
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