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 Lesotho and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the grunge 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
Ice-T,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
World's Most,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bauhaus,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The New Christs,
Mantronix,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.