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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Litter to the crunk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The Cowsills,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
Marine Girls,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Outsiders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Yellowson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
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