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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Coltrane to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
The Victims,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
The Neon Judgement,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
New Age Steppers,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Gichy Dan,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
A Certain Ratio,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Popol Vuh,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
AZ,
Wire,
Simply Red,
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You don't know what you really want.
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