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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Real Kids to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Oblivians,
Don Cherry,
The Saints,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sound Behaviour,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
cv313,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sight & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radiohead,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.