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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Marvin Gaye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
The Fugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Magma,
The Associates,
L. Decosne,
The Black Dice,
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