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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Man Parrish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Fear,
T. Rex,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.