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 Grenada and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Zapp to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Little Man,
Desert Stars,
Judy Mowatt,
The Human League,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Scion,
Motorama,
Camouflage,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fear,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Severed Heads,
The Grass Roots,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Dead Boys,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kenny Larkin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Busters,
The Skatalites,
Morten Harket,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.