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 Malta and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 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 sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Essential Logic,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Brass Construction,
Monks,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
Siglo XX,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
John Cale,
Technova,
Camouflage,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Camberwell Now,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
PIL,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Eden Ahbez,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.