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 Burkina and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Evens to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lyres,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
Pole,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
The Searchers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Associates,
Sister Nancy,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Christie,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.