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 Tajikistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Tommy Roe to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Visage,
Oneida,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Moon,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerri Chandler,
The Neon Judgement,
Infiniti,
Bobby Sherman,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Funkadelic,
The Fuzztones,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Copeland,
Thompson Twins,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
UT,
Model 500,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
Tropical Tobacco,
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