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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Slackers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television,
The Five Americans,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.