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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Simply Red,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Reagan Youth,
Outsiders,
The J.B.'s,
Radiohead,
Gil Scott Heron,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
Alphaville,
Whodini,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
Eden Ahbez,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Marine Girls,
The American Breed,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
OOIOO,
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