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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Make Up,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
B.T. Express,
H. Thieme,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fugs,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABBA,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Black Dice,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.