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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Busters to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
The Residents,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
The Grass Roots,
The Raincoats,
Fela Kuti,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.