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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Metal Thangz,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
World's Most,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Minor Threat,
Black Flag,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Don Cherry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Pantytec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
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