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 Panama and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Youth Brigade 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Stetsasonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
Camberwell Now,
Magma,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
The Moody Blues,
The Pop Group,
Ten City,
Alphaville,
Index,
Jawbox,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bush Tetras,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
Sun City Girls,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Little Man,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
X-101,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
Lungfish,
OOIOO,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
The Martian,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.