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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Das Ding,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Delta 5,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
The Doobie Brothers,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Piero Umiliani,
Nas,
K-Klass,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.