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 Algeria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Human League 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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Rites of Spring,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Peter and Kerry,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Cluster,
MDC,
The Mojo Men,
EPMD,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Technova,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
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You don't know what you really want.
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