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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Ohio Players,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
Urselle,
Desert Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dead Boys,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Quando Quango,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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