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 Tunisia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Index to the dance 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
The New Christs,
Essential Logic,
Absolute Body Control,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alphaville,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Make Up,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.