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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Radiopuhelimet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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