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 Cape Verde and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
H. Thieme,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Slave,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ponytail,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
The Angels of Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Main Source,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.