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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
Arcadia,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Crispy Ambulance,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.