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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Real Kids,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Amon Düül II,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Essential Logic,
Boredoms,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.