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 Eritrea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
Laurel Aitken,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Halsall,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Desert Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Schoolly D,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Urselle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Machine,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Pussy Galore,
Marcia Griffiths,
Goldenarms,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
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