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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Cal Tjader to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
John Foxx,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
Little Man,
Mantronix,
Clear Light,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
The Move,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Ice-T,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Livin' Joy,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Monolake,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Mr. Review,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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