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 Swaziland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Vogues,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June Days,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Make Up,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Fluxion,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
KRS-One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oblivians,
World's Most,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Theoretical Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
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