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 Kenya and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare 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 organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tommy Roe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
Unrelated Segments,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
The Searchers,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
The Pop Group,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Unwound,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Max Romeo,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.