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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 The Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
The Motions,
Ituana,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Adolescents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Ludus,
Visage,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.