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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Andrew Hill to the grunge 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Charles Mingus,
cv313,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Monks,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cure,
Joey Negro,
Terrestrial Tones,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slave,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.