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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deadbeat,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
Motorama,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Piero Umiliani,
Visage,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
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