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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Lalann 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
kango's stein massive,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Von Mondo,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Althea and Donna,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Hoover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool Moe Dee,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.