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 Denmark and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soft Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Minny Pops,
Graham Central Station,
Con Funk Shun,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
The Red Krayola,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
Yaz,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Beau Brummels,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alison Limerick,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Niagra,
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
Gong,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Josef K,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mr. Review,
Index,
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