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 Croatia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the punk 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Ronan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
Maurizio,
Lou Christie,
10cc,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crispian St. Peters,
Don Cherry,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.