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 Chad and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Index to the jazz 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke 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?
Pussy Galore,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kenny Larkin,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Yaz,
Lyres,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
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