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 Kiribati and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Janne Schatter,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Bush Tetras,
Laurel Aitken,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Quando Quango,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Radiohead,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.