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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Organ,
Blossom Toes,
June Days,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
The Mummies,
Can,
Ossler,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fuzztones,
Au Pairs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angry Samoans,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.