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 Finland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Buzzcocks,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cameo,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
T.S.O.L.,
Archie Shepp,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Glenn Branca,
Erasure,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Foxx,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
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