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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June Days,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Nation of Ulysses,
cv313,
Motorama,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Sparks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Vainqueur,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.