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 New Zealand and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba 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 chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Roger Hodgson,
Tres Demented,
The Misunderstood,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Chris & Cosey,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
The Five Americans,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Make Up,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
a-ha,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Rites of Spring,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Victims,
Unrelated Segments,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.