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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dark Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Harry Pussy,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
CMW,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Desert Stars,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
The Blues Magoos,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.