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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Television Personalities,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deepchord,
Tropical Tobacco,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
48th St. Collective,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
Little Man,
Bobby Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.