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 Burkina and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Susan Cadogan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
The Birthday Party,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronan,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Eve St. Jones,
Hashim,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.