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 Singapore and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Michelle Simonal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Zapp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Alton Ellis,
Stockholm Monsters,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Mo-Dettes,
The Residents,
Soft Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
Curtis Mayfield,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Cameo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Al Stewart,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Jacques Brel,
Archie Shepp,
Pere Ubu,
Television Personalities,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.