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 Lebanon and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barry Ungar,
The Gladiators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Tom Boy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Age Steppers,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
Index,
David McCallum,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
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