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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
ABBA,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Talk Talk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Al Stewart,
The Fugs,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ronan,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.