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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Section 25,
Cybotron,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Sandy B,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Rakim,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angry Samoans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABBA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Raincoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.