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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Average White Band to the grime 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a rhodes and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Crooked Eye,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Schoolly D,
Oblivians,
Little Man,
The Evens,
cv313,
Desert Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Neil Young,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
K-Klass,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
The New Christs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
The Mummies,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.