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 Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stockholm Monsters to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Glenn Branca,
Lungfish,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.