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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
Quando Quango,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
Cal Tjader,
Frankie Knuckles,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
The Slits,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Skatalites,
Arthur Verocai,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Whodini,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Eric Copeland,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
MDC,
The Smiths,
Interpol,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Pole,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.