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 Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
The Moody Blues,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
China Crisis,
LL Cool J,
The Evens,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Sonic Youth,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Warren Ellis,
Organ,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Ultra Naté,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
Bobby Womack,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Sparks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Holt,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
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