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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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?
Cluster,
Blake Baxter,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Mission of Burma,
The Remains,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Slave,
The Slackers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Wings,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Model 500,
The Move,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dead Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.