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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
Monolake,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Enemy,
Deakin,
Cecil Taylor,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Ice-T,
Niagra,
Slave,
Bootsy Collins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Vogues,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
Malaria!,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Shoche,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
The American Breed,
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