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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
DNA,
The Dead C,
The Index,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
E-Dancer,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
JFA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Pantaleimon,
Juan Atkins,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Michelle Simonal,
Max Romeo,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Icehouse,
Fatback Band,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Circle Jerks,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Davy DMX,
Faust,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
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