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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro 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 marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
Desert Stars,
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Camouflage,
Gong,
Sixth Finger,
Joe Finger,
The Last Poets,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nico,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Bad Manners,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.