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 Thailand and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
The Buckinghams,
Prince Buster,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Tom Boy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pop Group,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
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