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 Nigeria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer 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 organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Cheater Slicks,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
X-101,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Malaria!,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Gong,
Minny Pops,
Tim Buckley,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.