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 Croatia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Accadde A 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Eddi Front,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Rakim,
Jeff Lynne,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Glenn Branca,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Clear Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Public Enemy,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Camberwell Now,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
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