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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fatback Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Monks,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Dark Day,
Rites of Spring,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
Section 25,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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