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 Yemen and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 London Community Gospel Choir 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pussy Galore,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris Corsano,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Urselle,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
Quando Quango,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
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