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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mandrill to the grime 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
Pere Ubu,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Slackers,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
K-Klass,
The Invisible,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Dennis Brown,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Sandy B,
Moebius,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Dave Gahan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Symarip,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.