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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 AZ to the techno 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
The Index,
Chris & Cosey,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Jerry's Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sonics,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marine Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
The Toasters,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Little Man,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Moby Grape,
Model 500,
Erasure,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
K-Klass,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.