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 Cuba and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and an organ 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 snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Henry Cow,
Banda Bassotti,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
The Misunderstood,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
Mars,
The Standells,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dirtbombs,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.