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 Comoros and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin 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 linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Marshall Jefferson,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Black Pus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Blake Baxter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
The Saints,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.