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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Roxette,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Hot Snakes,
The Cramps,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
F. McDonald,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Cluster,
Eric Dolphy,
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