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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Wings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
X-102,
Joey Negro,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Unrelated Segments,
Davy DMX,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Visage,
H. Thieme,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Groovy Waters,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
The Index,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.