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 Fiji and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator 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 sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Five Americans,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Eli Mardock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
The Selecter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Swell Maps,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Ten City,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cure,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Motorama,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.