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 Georgia and from Calgary.
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 Manila and Portland.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minny Pops,
Janne Schatter,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Crime,
The Happenings,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Carl Craig,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.