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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Pantytec to the crunk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
DNA,
Cymande,
The Evens,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Arcadia,
Judy Mowatt,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Pierre Henry,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Das Ding,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
the Association,
AZ,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.