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 France and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the punk 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Supertramp,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hardrive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ludus,
One Last Wish,
Severed Heads,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marc Almond,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
Porter Ricks,
The Doors,
Rapeman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.