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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül II,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
Davy DMX,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
Rosa Yemen,
Radio Birdman,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
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