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 Slovenia 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pere Ubu to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Derrick May,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
AZ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aural Exciters,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Visage,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Television,
The Cowsills,
Aswad,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gap Band,
Steve Hackett,
Hardrive,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeff Lynne,
Maleditus Sound,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.