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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Sherman,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Remains,
Lalann,
The Human League,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Supertramp,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Tears for Fears,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Albert Ayler,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
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