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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Roxette,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dennis Brown,
Brand Nubian,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
The Victims,
T. Rex,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cluster,
Lyres,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Henry Cow,
Unrelated Segments,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Deakin,
Bronski Beat,
Hot Snakes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Tubeway Army,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.