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 Serbia and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
10cc,
Joe Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Guru Guru,
the Normal,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sam Rivers,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Young Rascals,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric Copeland,
World's Most,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Hot Snakes,
Rakim,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.