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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Public Image Ltd. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
John Foxx,
Ohio Players,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Happenings,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lightning Bolt,
Scientists,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Whodini,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
Goldenarms,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.