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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 harpsichord 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 Guru Guru to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Television,
EPMD,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Bill Wells,
the Swans,
Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Popol Vuh,
Throbbing Gristle,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Kenny Larkin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.