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 Senegal and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lalo Schifrin to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Ice-T,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
the Sonics,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
Brick,
UT,
Rapeman,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.