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 South Sudan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Stooges to the dance 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Sällskapet,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Curtis Mayfield,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Tubeway Army,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doors,
World's Most,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Girls At Our Best!,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.