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 Iran and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sparks,
Clear Light,
Dennis Brown,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Leonard Cohen,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moody Blues,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Nico,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Lynne,
The Misunderstood,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.