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 Zambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a sitar 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
David McCallum,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Electric Prunes,
MC5,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nas,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Groovy Waters,
Vainqueur,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Scientists,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.