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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fluxion,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
CMW,
June of 44,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Neon Judgement,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
the Fania All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.