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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Silicon Teens,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cheater Slicks,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Hill,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Goldenarms,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Pantytec,
Harmonia,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick May,
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