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 Argentina and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
The Fugs,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Public Enemy,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
OOIOO,
PIL,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
Frankie Knuckles,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Silicon Teens,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Quando Quango,
Brick,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
KRS-One,
The Seeds,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Technova,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Freddie Wadling,
Moby Grape,
The Doors,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pussy Galore,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.