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 South Africa and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Mo-Dettes,
Von Mondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Can,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
The Techniques,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.