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 Costa Rica and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
The Walker Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.