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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Faust,
Television Personalities,
One Last Wish,
Sight & Sound,
Skriet,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
AZ,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.