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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aloha Tigers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
cv313,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Womack,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.