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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Evens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a L. Decosne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
the Association,
Magma,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Interpol,
Basic Channel,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
MDC,
The Black Dice,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Mills,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Moebius,
Leonard Cohen,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Mars,
Cameo,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.