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 Belarus and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Dead Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Bush Tetras,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
DJ Sneak,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Vogues,
Brass Construction,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.