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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Max Romeo to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a chamberlin 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 a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
Stiv Bators,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Order,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Max Romeo,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
The American Breed,
Q65,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Toni Rubio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Saccharine Trust,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.