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 Dominica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Scientists,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gories,
The Wake,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
Lyres,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
the Human League,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
X-102,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.