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 Samoa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and an arpeggiator 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Porter Ricks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Country Teasers,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy Collins,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Move,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.