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 Venezuela and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a güiro 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 chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Urselle,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Associates,
The Fortunes,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Marvin Gaye,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Maurizio,
Ken Boothe,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Chris Corsano,
Black Flag,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Audionom,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.