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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Index,
Pantytec,
Black Sheep,
Fugazi,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Urselle,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Ludus,
Al Stewart,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
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