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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sly & The Family Stone 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
10cc,
The Human League,
Ronan,
LL Cool J,
Urselle,
The Beau Brummels,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Anakelly,
Spoonie Gee,
Mission of Burma,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
The Blues Magoos,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Banda Bassotti,
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