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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Kinks to the punk 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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Susan Cadogan,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Lungfish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Brick,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crime,
H. Thieme,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Thee Headcoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.