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 Ghana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ten City,
Eli Mardock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Letta Mbulu,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
The Five Americans,
Cal Tjader,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Theoretical Girls,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.