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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
Cluster,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kurtis Blow,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Scion,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Alphaville,
E-Dancer,
The Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chris & Cosey,
Unrelated Segments,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Von Mondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.