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 Uganda and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Stereo Dub to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Unrelated Segments,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
DNA,
Cymande,
Hasil Adkins,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The New Christs,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
The Vogues,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
the Normal,
Echospace,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
the Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Pole,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Icehouse,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.