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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Magazine 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mandrill,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
MC5,
Public Enemy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Arcadia,
AZ,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.