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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 JFA to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Moebius,
Scientists,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Neon Judgement,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sarah Menescal,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Duran Duran,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
Organ,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
Zero Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Television,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.