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 Samoa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
kango's stein massive,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Organ,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Negative Approach,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Pole,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
The Blackbyrds,
MC5,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.