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 Hungary and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Anakelly to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet 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 organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Soft Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
the Bar-Kays,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Altered Images,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Doors,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MC5,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Depeche Mode,
Gong,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.