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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scrapy,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Ponytail,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Fear,
The Walker Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Grass Roots,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
New Order,
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