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 Korea South and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Outsiders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Franke,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Ultra Naté,
Qualms,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
Radiohead,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June of 44,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Tommy Roe,
Charles Mingus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.