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 Cambodia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Symarip to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ 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 snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
Qualms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
The Monks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
PIL,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
The Moody Blues,
The Gap Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Hood,
Popol Vuh,
Lakeside,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Sparks,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.