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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Japan,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fugazi,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Bill Wells,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Magazine,
Main Source,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.