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 Poland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Divine Comedy,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
The Kinks,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q65,
Archie Shepp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Hashim,
Alton Ellis,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.