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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Anakelly to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
World's Most,
Johnny Clarke,
Flipper,
Yellowson,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Vainqueur,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
Anakelly,
Jandek,
Groovy Waters,
Matthew Bourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Motorama,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Associates,
Wire,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
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Soulsonic Force,
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