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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a güiro 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Wasted Youth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Normal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Section 25,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Groovy Waters,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
The Buckinghams,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cluster,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Shoche,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Schoolly D,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Lungfish,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.