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 Poland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Joensuu 1685,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
JFA,
K-Klass,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Bauhaus,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Index,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Gong,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.