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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Peter & Gordon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
The Evens,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
New Order,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Sound Behaviour,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.