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 Egypt and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Chris Corsano,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Crime,
Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Unwound,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Interpol,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Shuggie Otis,
Bob Dylan,
In Retrospect,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
cv313,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Model 500,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angry Samoans,
The Sonics,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grauzone,
Camouflage,
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