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 United Kingdom and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the grime 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Oneida,
Little Man,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Fear,
The United States of America,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
L. Decosne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Blancmange,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Move,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
The Wake,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
the Bar-Kays,
Metal Thangz,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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