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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
David McCallum,
Sandy B,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Liliput,
The Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Lower 48,
Blossom Toes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Inner City,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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