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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 X-102 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Susan Cadogan,
DNA,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Index,
The Slits,
Scion,
Pole,
Reagan Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Kas Product,
Mantronix,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
The Dave Clark Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
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