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 Denmark and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Todd Terry to the funk 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Rekid,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Flash Fearless,
Magma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Bad Manners,
World's Most,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
Faust,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
The Vogues,
The Red Krayola,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
B.T. Express,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
AZ,
The Star Department,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.