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 Laos and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Soulsonic Force,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Little Man,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
Outsiders,
Massinfluence,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Sheep,
Archie Shepp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Franke,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Ludus,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Delon & Dalcan,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.