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 Jordan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Rotary Connection to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Brick,
Steve Hackett,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Letta Mbulu,
Joy Division,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalann,
Johnny Clarke,
Arcadia,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Idris Muhammad,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
MC5,
Agitation Free,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Severed Heads,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.