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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in 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 World's Most to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
John Holt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Nas,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
The Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Scan 7,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Ponytail,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.