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 Guinea-Bissau and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sandy B to the crunk 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Smooth,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Normal,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Lyres,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Basic Channel,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Deakin,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Radio Birdman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Skarface,
Donny Hathaway,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
Jacob Miller,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.