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 Namibia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yellowson,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amon Düül,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.