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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Accra and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
The Vogues,
Sonic Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liliput,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Swans,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.