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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mummies 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Half Japanese,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
The Wake,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Talk Talk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
The Detroit Cobras,
Accadde A,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Mr. Review,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.