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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Lyres,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Glenn Branca,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Khruangbin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
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