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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
ABC,
Ronan,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick May,
Pet Shop Boys,
New York Dolls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
Can,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Dark Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Newcleus,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Absolute Body Control,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Frankie Knuckles,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Joyce Sims,
Wally Richardson,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
Suicide,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.