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 Brazil and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry's Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
The Wake,
Donald Byrd,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
The Sound,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
Nas,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
Supertramp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cure,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
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