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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slackers,
Grey Daturas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Procol Harum,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Boredoms,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vladislav Delay,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Von Mondo,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Matthew Halsall,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.