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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the techno 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
Chrome,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
The Gap Band,
Tubeway Army,
Godley & Creme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.