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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 kango's stein massive to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Names,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
L. Decosne,
The Trojans,
DJ Style,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.