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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 Jacob Miller to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shuggie Otis,
48th St. Collective,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
T. Rex,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Magazine,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kurtis Blow,
Nils Olav,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
Anakelly,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.