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 Venezuela and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moleskins,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
Sugar Minott,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Sällskapet,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
Sight & Sound,
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Slave,
One Last Wish,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.