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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Goldenarms,
Bill Near,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter and Kerry,
New Order,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alton Ellis,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Adolescents,
Toni Rubio,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.