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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
Outsiders,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Bourne,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Agitation Free,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Subhumans,
Average White Band,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Unwound,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.