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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blues Magoos to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Wake,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donny Hathaway,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
John Holt,
Ultravox,
Johnny Clarke,
Desert Stars,
Young Marble Giants,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Techniques,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.