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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the grime 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Bobby Sherman,
Jacob Miller,
Unrelated Segments,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Shoche,
Index,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Flash Fearless,
Boredoms,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.