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 Monaco and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Fear to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
The Stooges,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Near,
Au Pairs,
DJ Style,
the Swans,
Dawn Penn,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Dolphy,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glenn Branca,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Gang Green,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Cluster,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric B and Rakim,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.