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 Finland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Morten Harket,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Malaria!,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
the Association,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Archie Shepp,
Chris Corsano,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Livin' Joy,
Intrusion,
Henry Cow,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
In Retrospect,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Slave,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stiv Bators,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.