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 Afghanistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Suburban Knight to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin 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?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Smog,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
The New Christs,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Ken Boothe,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
The Motions,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Kayak,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
Make Up,
Wally Richardson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tommy Roe,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.