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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Black Flag to the punk 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monks,
Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Sound Behaviour,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Soulsonic Force,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
the Swans,
Von Mondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Susan Cadogan,
Porter Ricks,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
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