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 Panama and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bronski Beat,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pop Group,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Theoretical Girls,
Rod Modell,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cheater Slicks,
Pylon,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.