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 Andorra and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bronski Beat to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang of Four,
Terry Callier,
Television,
Simply Red,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
Darondo,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Inner City,
JFA,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Can,
OOIOO,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Marmalade,
Organ,
MC5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ronan,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oblivians,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
T. Rex,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Delta 5,
Crime,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fall,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.