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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lyres,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Marvin Gaye,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Albert Ayler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
The Last Poets,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rites of Spring,
Mission of Burma,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiohead,
D'Angelo,
Second Layer,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
The Gories,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Can,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.