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 Uganda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Shadows of Knight to the crunk 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Motions,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
The Fortunes,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Talk Talk,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Royal Trux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Rotary Connection,
JFA,
Supertramp,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
L. Decosne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gichy Dan,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Banda Bassotti,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
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