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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bush Tetras to the punk 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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Altered Images,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marine Girls,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Buzzcocks,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.