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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Franke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Pussy Galore,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scientists,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
The Birthday Party,
Sarah Menescal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fugs,
Thompson Twins,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.