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 India and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Youth Brigade,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
John Foxx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
The Doors,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Aswad,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Nik Kershaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Ludus,
UT,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.