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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kenny Larkin,
Davy DMX,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Clear Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
The Five Americans,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.