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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Man Parrish,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Patti Smith,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oblivians,
The Smiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Roxette,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Associates,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.