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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Kas Product,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harmonia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Au Pairs,
Boredoms,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
Sällskapet,
Lucky Dragons,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
The Sisters of Mercy,
MC5,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.