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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a 808 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Pretty Things,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Monolake,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Nico,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wings,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Make Up,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
The Motions,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
The United States of America,
Hashim,
New York Dolls,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.