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 Guinea-Bissau and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Crime,
Aswad,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Theoretical Girls,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Delta 5,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.