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 St Kitts & Nevis and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
Adolescents,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smiths,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Soft Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Pole,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.