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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the rock 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Trojans,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dead C,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sam Rivers,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Pole,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Supertramp,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.