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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 J.B.'s to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Hardrive,
UT,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Guru Guru,
Mantronix,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dennis Brown,
Flamin' Groovies,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Erykah Badu,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Monolake,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The Misunderstood,
The Smoke,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
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