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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare 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 rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Godley & Creme,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Residents,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
MDC,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.