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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barry Ungar,
La Düsseldorf,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Minnie Riperton,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
EPMD,
Magazine,
ABC,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Freddie Wadling,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
OOIOO,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Davy DMX,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Darondo,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.