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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Half Japanese,
DNA,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Quadrant,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Byron Stingily,
Quantec,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Germs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Prince Buster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Toni Rubio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.