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 the UAE and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang Starr to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Subhumans,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
48th St. Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Albert Ayler,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Kaleidoscope,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
The Barracudas,
The Mummies,
The Buckinghams,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gabor Szabo,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.