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 Cameroon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Max Romeo,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Gang Gang Dance,
L. Decosne,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Joyce Sims,
June of 44,
the Soft Cell,
Matthew Halsall,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Neu!,
Dead Boys,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.