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 South Sudan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Robert Wyatt,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
The Walker Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Zapp,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Au Pairs,
John Holt,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Motorama,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerri Chandler,
Derrick Morgan,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Talk Talk,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.