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 Gambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Fluxion to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Niagra,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Radiohead,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
The Black Dice,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Cale,
Yaz,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Terry,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
AZ,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.