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 United Kingdom and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Doobie Brothers to the disco 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Roger Hodgson,
Judy Mowatt,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Sight & Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Average White Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bill Near,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
Crooked Eye,
Hashim,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
The Moody Blues,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
The Wake,
The Music Machine,
Yazoo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.