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 Palau and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Qualms,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Ituana,
Nico,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
Section 25,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.