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 Maldives and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Bill Near,
PIL,
Heaven 17,
Faust,
Nation of Ulysses,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angry Samoans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Reagan Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
Cluster,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
The Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.