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 Pakistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Maurizio,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Groovy Waters,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
In Retrospect,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
UT,
Easy Going,
The Martian,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Second Layer,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
June Days,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
MC5,
Simply Red,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May,
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