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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Camouflage,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Leonard Cohen,
John Foxx,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Metal Thangz,
Make Up,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
Skaos,
Franke,
The Moleskins,
Eurythmics,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Lower 48,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kaleidoscope,
Joey Negro,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Derrick May,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.