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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Pere Ubu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Monolake,
CMW,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
X-101,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Lakeside,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Bourne,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Reagan Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.