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 Solomon Islands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monks,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Sister Nancy,
the Swans,
the Normal,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Aural Exciters,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Faraquet,
Clear Light,
Steve Hackett,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Fraelich,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.