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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
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 Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Motions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Wells,
DJ Style,
Jerry's Kids,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Monolake,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
The Searchers,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Pantaleimon,
Popol Vuh,
Metal Thangz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.