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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gabor Szabo to the techno 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 synthesizer 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Scientists,
The Velvet Underground,
Aswad,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare,
Suburban Knight,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Görl,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
The Divine Comedy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Count Five,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
Carl Craig,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Zapp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.