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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scan 7 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
New Order,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Dead Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Alison Limerick,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Khruangbin,
Mars,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.