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 Jamaica and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Deakin to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Grauzone,
The Smiths,
Josef K,
The Move,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
This Heat,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Suicide,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fall,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.