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 Malta and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
JFA,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Ten City,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Franke,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.