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 Lesotho and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an oboe 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 oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Derrick Morgan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barry Ungar,
Urselle,
Lindisfarne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Junior Murvin,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
Ice-T,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.