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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Remains to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Laurel Aitken,
Zapp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Duran Duran,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Agent Orange,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.