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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings,
Deakin,
Swans,
Smog,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter & Gordon,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
Wire,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Half Japanese,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
the Association,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Flipper,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.