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 Burkina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
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 theremin 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 Black Moon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Josef K,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalann,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Starr,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Bananas,
Gang Green,
Leonard Cohen,
Carl Craig,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Ronnie Foster,
Roxette,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Organ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
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