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 Dominican Republic and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Alice Coltrane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nico,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tears for Fears,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
The Misunderstood,
Sandy B,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Marc Almond,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.