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 Georgia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lindisfarne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sound Behaviour,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Johnny Clarke,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Intrusion,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Deakin,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Suicide,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül II,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
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