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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Camouflage to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Sight & Sound,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
The Buckinghams,
Skaos,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Sam Rivers,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
The Young Rascals,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Funky Four + One,
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