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 Belgium and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
The Associates,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed,
Panda Bear,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Yellowson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.