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 Niger and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Country Teasers,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gap Band,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Newcleus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Osbourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pere Ubu,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.