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 Togo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Fugs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
DNA,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
The Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Isaac Hayes,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Warsaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Nils Olav,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
The Human League,
Amazonics,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
David McCallum,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
Zero Boys,
Wire,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
UT,
Camberwell Now,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.