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 San Marino and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Kas Product,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
The Searchers,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
John Foxx,
Ludus,
The Cure,
Can,
Juan Atkins,
Angry Samoans,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wasted Youth,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cymande,
Deepchord,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Black Pus,
Marine Girls,
Severed Heads,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.