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 Mauritania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Wolf Eyes,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Quantec,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
AZ,
The United States of America,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Reed,
PIL,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Move,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sound Behaviour,
Skarface,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Hood,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Scientists,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.