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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sex Pistols to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Goldenarms,
Prince Buster,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faraquet,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
The Mojo Men,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Halsall,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
K-Klass,
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