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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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?
Talk Talk,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alphaville,
Marine Girls,
the Swans,
Fad Gadget,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Lower 48,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Red Krayola,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.