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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Radiohead,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Black Pus,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Lyres,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Stiv Bators,
F. McDonald,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brick,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Hill,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barbara Tucker,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Minutemen,
Siglo XX,
Laurel Aitken,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.