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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the crunk 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Howard Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes,
New Order,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drexciya,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
X-101,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grey Daturas,
Wally Richardson,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Bobby Womack,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
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