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 Qatar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Invisible,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Pole,
The Electric Prunes,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Procol Harum,
Flash Fearless,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MC5,
Brothers Johnson,
Q65,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
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