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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Golliwogs,
Tim Buckley,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Nik Kershaw,
Agent Orange,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Amazonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marvin Gaye,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marine Girls,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bill Near,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Davy DMX,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Junior Murvin,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
The Toasters,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.