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 Sudan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Gichy Dan,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Khruangbin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Symarip,
The Moody Blues,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Minor Threat,
Quando Quango,
Jerry's Kids,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Television,
Kenny Larkin,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
U.S. Maple,
Gang of Four,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.