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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 La Düsseldorf to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Make Up,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
Section 25,
Trumans Water,
Sunsets and Hearts,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smoke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
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