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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thompson Twins,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Rosa Yemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Unrelated Segments,
Organ,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Dead C,
Bauhaus,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Flipper,
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