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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
A Certain Ratio,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
F. McDonald,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cramps,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Mantronix,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
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