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 Vanuatu 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Litter to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
the Normal,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Technova,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Henry Cow,
Basic Channel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
Pussy Galore,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
David McCallum,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Ohio Players,
Niagra,
Gong,
Severed Heads,
Deepchord,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.