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 Greece and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Scan 7,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Slave,
Andrew Hill,
Derrick May,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Eden Ahbez,
Unwound,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dark Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.