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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 The Move to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Unwound,
John Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
F. McDonald,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Tim Buckley,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
James White and The Blacks,
Agitation Free,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.