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 Barbados and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Monolake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
Quantec,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang Gang Dance,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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