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 Russia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
John Holt,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Television,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Max Romeo,
Flash Fearless,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
EPMD,
David Axelrod,
Organ,
Graham Central Station,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stetsasonic,
The Vogues,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Style,
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