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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Hashim,
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Faraquet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Gichy Dan,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Vladislav Delay,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.