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 Pakistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
cv313,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Heaven 17,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Main Source,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Brothers Johnson,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
Panda Bear,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pop Group,
The Beau Brummels,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.