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 Croatia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Rapeman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Intrusion,
The Fortunes,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
The Star Department,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
The Leaves,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.