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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Eurythmics,
Spandau Ballet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Q and Not U,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
B.T. Express,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.