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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Bob Dylan,
Tim Buckley,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Skatalites,
Monolake,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Altered Images,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
MC5,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.