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 Malawi and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Bob Dylan,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Royal Trux,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Johnny Clarke,
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