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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Vainqueur to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Rites of Spring,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Happenings,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Copeland,
Sugar Minott,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
The Leaves,
Hardrive,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.