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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a sitar 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 theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Altered Images,
The Residents,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
The Slits,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.