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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Pop Group,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Hoover,
Robert Wyatt,
Moebius,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Index,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Starr,
Glenn Branca,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Can,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
China Crisis,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Mars,
The New Christs,
June of 44,
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You don't know what you really want.