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 Mexico and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Cramps to the electroclash 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Index,
The Wake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
R.M.O.,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Skarface,
Wasted Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Faust,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Jandek,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Index,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Albert Ayler,
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