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 Marshall Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television Personalities to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Ice-T,
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
The Smiths,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Misunderstood,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
Aswad,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
Spoonie Gee,
Cymande,
Youth Brigade,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.