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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum 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 guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Mark Hollis,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Bronski Beat,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Golliwogs,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Normal,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
The Martian,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Rites of Spring,
Howard Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
Model 500,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kayak,
Jacques Brel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.