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 Tonga and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
Y Pants,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Depeche Mode,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
The Searchers,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Sparks,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
Monks,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.