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 Equatorial Guinea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
48th St. Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mad Mike,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
CMW,
Deadbeat,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
New Age Steppers,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Sneak,
The Misunderstood,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Loose Ends,
T. Rex,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
ABC,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Accadde A,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.