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 Eritrea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Saints,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Arcadia,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kaleidoscope,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
Roxy Music,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Gichy Dan,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.