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 Eritrea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Germs,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rapeman,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Los Fastidios,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
UT,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.