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 Palau and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sonics to the rap 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tubeway Army,
Arab on Radar,
The Fortunes,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
The Young Rascals,
The Sound,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Funky Four + One,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Bob Dylan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
Cameo,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
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