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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 The Five Americans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Toni Rubio,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Dave Gahan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
OOIOO,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Q and Not U,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
The Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.