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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a mellotron 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fear,
Iggy Pop,
Boz Scaggs,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Country Teasers,
Whodini,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Black Moon,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
The Trojans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Bobby Byrd,
Toni Rubio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oneida,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Niagra,
Crime,
Colin Newman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Vainqueur,
Banda Bassotti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.