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 Finland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Altered Images,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Roxy Music,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Sight & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alphaville,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.