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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Fortunes to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Chrome,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
MC5,
Drexciya,
The Dave Clark Five,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
Talk Talk,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
The Five Americans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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