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 Cyprus and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Yaz to the dance 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro 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 theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Chrome,
The Blues Magoos,
Lindisfarne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Bobby Byrd,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Television,
Magma,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Almond,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
AZ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.