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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Scan 7 to the jazz 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nico,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Wasted Youth,
Moby Grape,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Connie Case,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Cheater Slicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
The American Breed,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.