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 Iran and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 H. Thieme 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
Public Enemy,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Fear,
Jacob Miller,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Flash Fearless,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
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You don't know what you really want.
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