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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 The Golliwogs to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delta 5,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Roxette,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Gabor Szabo,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Tomorrow,
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