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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Rod Modell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Public Enemy,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Ken Boothe,
Outsiders,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Graham Central Station,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Newcleus,
Maleditus Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Parry Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Inner City,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.