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 East Timor and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Robert Wyatt,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Terry Callier,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Underground Resistance,
Amazonics,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Technova,
The Searchers,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Clarke,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Rundgren,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.