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 Serbia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Television,
Drexciya,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zero Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
B.T. Express,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Camouflage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camberwell Now,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Angels of Light,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Sister Nancy,
Pulsallama,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Soul II Soul,
Vainqueur,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Nirvana,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
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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.