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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 John Foxx to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Brand Nubian,
The Count Five,
Glenn Branca,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
D'Angelo,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Young Marble Giants,
Royal Trux,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.