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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hoover,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Sonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Television,
Lindisfarne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Donald Byrd,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mr. Review,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The Raincoats,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.