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 Algeria and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Peter and Kerry to the punk 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Cheater Slicks,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick May,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
Josef K,
Technova,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Television Personalities,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
Slave,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Zapp,
Magma,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.