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 Jordan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tim Buckley to the punk 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Fear,
Althea and Donna,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Audionom,
The Cure,
PIL,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mummies,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris & Cosey,
Index,
Gang of Four,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Litter,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.