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 Monaco and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
cv313,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angry Samoans,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
Deepchord,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Aaron Thompson,
David McCallum,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.