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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
LL Cool J,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Copeland,
the Association,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Sam Rivers,
Patti Smith,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Jeff Lynne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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