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 Macedonia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 snare and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pagans,
Ituana,
Skriet,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Roy Ayers,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Ronan,
The Cure,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Ohio Players,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Graham Central Station,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wolf Eyes,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
This Heat,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Essential Logic,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.