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 Sierra Leone and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yusef Lateef to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Mad Mike,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Count Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
Buzzcocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Pole,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Robert Görl,
Country Teasers,
Lee Hazlewood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Move,
The Index,
Nirvana,
Judy Mowatt,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.