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 Montenegro and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Wally Richardson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
10cc,
Aswad,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.