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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a rhodes 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 marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Guru Guru,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
MC5,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
The Happenings,
The Skatalites,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun City Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Fania All-Stars,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.