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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Moebius to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.