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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Los Fastidios,
Public Enemy,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Skarface,
The Remains,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Qualms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
Monks,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.