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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Ultravox,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Green,
Scrapy,
Scion,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
Wolf Eyes,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.