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 Comoros and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 The Blackbyrds to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Ludus,
Q and Not U,
Steve Hackett,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Underground Resistance,
Wasted Youth,
Symarip,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brick,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faust,
Mantronix,
Bootsy Collins,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Lower 48,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.