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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Spandau Ballet,
The American Breed,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scion,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mantronix,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Visage,
T.S.O.L.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Association,
Second Layer,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.