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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Ten City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wasted Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
Marmalade,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Vladislav Delay,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ornette Coleman,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oneida,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.