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 Iceland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 The Flesh Eaters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roger Hodgson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Bush Tetras,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
The Golliwogs,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donny Hathaway,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Gichy Dan,
Toni Rubio,
Can,
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