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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABC,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Jacques Brel,
Moebius,
Skriet,
Q65,
UT,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Camouflage,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Black Sheep,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Von Mondo,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Half Japanese,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
The Moody Blues,
Funky Four + One,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pretty Things,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sister Nancy,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.