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 Grenada and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Lynne,
Don Cherry,
Nick Fraelich,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Mantronix,
Flipper,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
X-102,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Drexciya,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Spandau Ballet,
Cymande,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siglo XX,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.