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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
Chrome,
New Order,
Outsiders,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
JFA,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.