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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fad Gadget,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Skriet,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hoover,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Yazoo,
Japan,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Circle Jerks,
Scott Walker,
Rapeman,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Fat Boys,
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