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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marc Almond to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Barrington Levy,
Television Personalities,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
Gang of Four,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Moby Grape,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.