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 St Lucia and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scrapy to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Soft Cell,
John Cale,
New Order,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Au Pairs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Stooges,
Lalann,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
X-101,
Joe Finger,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.