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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
DNA,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
ABC,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Cramps,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Lucky Dragons,
Panda Bear,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
The Golliwogs,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Womack,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Tom Boy,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Hashim,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
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