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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Make Up to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Isaac Hayes,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
the Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
John Lydon,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Bizarre Inc.,
Young Marble Giants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.