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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the grime 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a 808 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Wings,
The Evens,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Pole,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
Slick Rick,
Main Source,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Unwound,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.