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 Zambia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 clarinet and a spring reverb 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 sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Japan,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Spandau Ballet,
Lou Reed,
The Pretty Things,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.