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 Slovakia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Babytalk,
Piero Umiliani,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Bobby Womack,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
Chris Corsano,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Brick,
Gang Gang Dance,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Marvin Gaye,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.