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 Marshall Islands and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eurythmics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Gap Band,
The Leaves,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
the Swans,
The Count Five,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Clear Light,
The Residents,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Young Marble Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Zapp,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.