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 Marshall Islands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Eric B and Rakim to the funk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Golliwogs,
The Pretty Things,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Litter,
New Order,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Reagan Youth,
Infiniti,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Grauzone,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
Slave,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
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