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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mad Mike to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
the Normal,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
The Count Five,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Faust,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Half Japanese,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Steve Hackett,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Gang of Four,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.