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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Mars,
Grey Daturas,
World's Most,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Circle Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Gong,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Youth Brigade,
Heaven 17,
Minor Threat,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Index,
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.