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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Arcadia,
Isaac Hayes,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Raincoats,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Cybotron,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.