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 Namibia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skarface to the punk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
F. McDonald,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nils Olav,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
LL Cool J,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Angry Samoans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
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