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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gong to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Fugazi,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Fear,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Busters,
Monks,
Television,
Lungfish,
AZ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Halsall,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.