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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Surgeon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Move,
Magma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Gang Dance,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Subhumans,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Gang Starr,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
Girls At Our Best!,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unwound,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Organ,
Magazine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
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You don't know what you really want.