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 Qatar and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Sandy B,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ossler,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Procol Harum,
Rod Modell,
Youth Brigade,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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