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 Russia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 a-ha to the crunk 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 marimba and a snare 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Unwound,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Henry Cow,
Monolake,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
ABC,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
John Lydon,
Franke,
Tommy Roe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
The Velvet Underground,
Royal Trux,
Amon Düül II,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.