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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stiv Bators,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
JFA,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Barclay James Harvest,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.