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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Easy Going to the disco 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
The Moody Blues,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Janne Schatter,
Scan 7,
Maleditus Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scratch Acid,
Television Personalities,
Neu!,
Bronski Beat,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.