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 Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
Robert Görl,
The Names,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
David McCallum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
Minor Threat,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dirtbombs,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
Quadrant,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
the Normal,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Peter and Kerry,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.