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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Tokyo and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
The Cowsills,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
Popol Vuh,
Scientists,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
JFA,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Television,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.