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 Hungary and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 LL Cool J 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Mr. Review,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
The Vogues,
Monolake,
Maleditus Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David McCallum,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.