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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Lydon,
Altered Images,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
The Dirtbombs,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crispian St. Peters,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
UT,
L. Decosne,
John Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Silicon Teens,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
Vladislav Delay,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
EPMD,
Tim Buckley,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.