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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Zero Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
The Golliwogs,
Gong,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Boz Scaggs,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Q and Not U,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Cymande,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.