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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rap 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and an organ 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
48th St. Collective,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones,
Deepchord,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Wire,
Sällskapet,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.