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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
EPMD,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Circle Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Bananas,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Charles Mingus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Evens,
Scion,
Crash Course in Science,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
John Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.