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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Kayak,
Shoche,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Average White Band,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Sixth Finger,
E-Dancer,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.