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 Morocco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Royal Trux,
The Selecter,
Josef K,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cowsills,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang On A Can,
The Seeds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.