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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Martian,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
JFA,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Axelrod,
Wings,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.