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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marine Girls to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Accadde A,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
L. Decosne,
Marmalade,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Harmonia,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Japan,
Saccharine Trust,
Monolake,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kayak,
E-Dancer,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.