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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Depeche Mode 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
The Pretty Things,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Excepter,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.