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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Inner City,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Thompson Twins,
Janne Schatter,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
The Count Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Monolake,
Royal Trux,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Echospace,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Main Source,
ABC,
Howard Jones,
The Martian,
Fugazi,
Ludus,
Harmonia,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.