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 Togo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Drexciya 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Terry Callier,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Robert Görl,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
The Pretty Things,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mission of Burma,
The Real Kids,
The Smoke,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wire,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.