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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Harmonia to the crunk 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
Mandrill,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Glambeats Corp.,
EPMD,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Aloha Tigers,
Ossler,
L. Decosne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
cv313,
Nik Kershaw,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yaz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.