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 Serbia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 David Bowie 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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Lyres,
Q65,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chris Corsano,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Echospace,
Patti Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New York Dolls,
Hoover,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.