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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the punk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
MC5,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Chris & Cosey,
T. Rex,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
David McCallum,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
Fugazi,
Depeche Mode,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Monolake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Lou Christie,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Grauzone,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
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