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 Seychelles and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the dance 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
The Move,
Amon Düül II,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mo-Dettes,
Camberwell Now,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brick,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
The Fall,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.