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 Austria and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Moebius to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen,
Isaac Hayes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
One Last Wish,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unrelated Segments,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Make Up,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Seeds,
Connie Case,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
The Fall,
Josef K,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
a-ha,
The Five Americans,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.