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 Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Accadde A 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Peter and Kerry,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
Barry Ungar,
Quadrant,
The Names,
Grauzone,
The United States of America,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Litter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Excepter,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Starr,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nas,
X-101,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Wolf Eyes,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
AZ,
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