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 Denmark and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David McCallum,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Whodini,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Jandek,
Organ,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hashim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The United States of America,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.