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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Parry Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Move,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Soul II Soul,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Zero Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Flipper,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sandy B,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
The J.B.'s,
The Misunderstood,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-102,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.