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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Inner City,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Nico,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Lungfish,
Quantec,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Essential Logic,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
MDC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Carl Craig,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.