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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 spring reverb and a theremin 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 organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Sixth Finger,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Ken Boothe,
Brick,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Harmonia,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.