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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Cameo,
Gang Green,
Hashim,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
the Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
Terry Callier,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Parry Music,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fugs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Motions,
The Doors,
The Barracudas,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.