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 Bahamas and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Fear,
New Order,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Jeff Lynne,
Aloha Tigers,
Morten Harket,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Scion,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Das Ding,
Moss Icon,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Mars,
Marc Almond,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Amazonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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