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 Libya and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
June of 44,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Chris & Cosey,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
AZ,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Gong,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
Laurel Aitken,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.