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 Kosovo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a marimba 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Eric Copeland,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nik Kershaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
Lucky Dragons,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Minutemen,
This Heat,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Second Layer,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
JFA,
Darondo,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pylon,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Age Steppers,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Junior Murvin,
Quantec,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.