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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
The Slits,
Rhythm & Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Cameo,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Nico,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Eurythmics,
the Normal,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.