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 Bahamas and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MDC to the crunk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Technova,
Altered Images,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Fluxion,
Ronnie Foster,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Q65,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.