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 Fiji and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum 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 marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Cameo,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Jerry's Kids,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
cv313,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
New Order,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Nirvana,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kayak,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
The Barracudas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.