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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
Grauzone,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Peter and Kerry,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
David Bowie,
The Durutti Column,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Amazonics,
Roxette,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
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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.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.