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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
The Fortunes,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Vladislav Delay,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Steve Hackett,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
The Walker Brothers,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Slick Rick,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Howard Jones,
Groovy Waters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
10cc,
Ten City,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.