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 Iceland and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Althea and Donna,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Tubeway Army,
Little Man,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hardrive,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
AZ,
The Index,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.