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 Equatorial Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Adolescents,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Leonard Cohen,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Erykah Badu,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.