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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Fortunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Skaos,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Altered Images,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rites of Spring,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
John Holt,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.