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 Australia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rap 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Graham Central Station,
Ludus,
Black Sheep,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Scientists,
DNA,
Deakin,
DJ Style,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Swans,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.