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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Marcia Griffiths,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez,
Aswad,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
Index,
Japan,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.