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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Neil Young to the jazz 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 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?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Vogues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
The Fire Engines,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minny Pops,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
The Index,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.