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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Donny Hathaway to the dance 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
the Bar-Kays,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bad Manners,
Icehouse,
Sonic Youth,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
Tim Buckley,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Invisible,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Gong,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Animal Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
The Black Dice,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.