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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
UT,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
Gichy Dan,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
Mandrill,
Gastr Del Sol,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Panda Bear,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Man Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Teasers,
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