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 Jordan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the disco 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Near,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Siglo XX,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
Lalo Schifrin,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Iggy Pop,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Duran Duran,
Thompson Twins,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
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