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 Tonga and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 K-Klass to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
The Gories,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
F. McDonald,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Whodini,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Robert Görl,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.