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 San Marino and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Magazine,
The Leaves,
Deadbeat,
Parry Music,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Quantec,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
Cecil Taylor,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
Kaleidoscope,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masters at Work,
the Soft Cell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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