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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Sister Nancy,
Lalann,
The Real Kids,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Radiohead,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Jeff Mills,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Mad Mike,
The Motions,
Visage,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
The Associates,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
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Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
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