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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Suicide,
Slave,
Nico,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erasure,
Motorama,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Interpol,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Lalo Schifrin,
Accadde A,
Alice Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
The Offenders,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.