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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Skarface,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
T. Rex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Thompson Twins,
Monks,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amazonics,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Warren Ellis,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
Guru Guru,
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