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 Sri Lanka and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Josef K,
Spoonie Gee,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
The Dirtbombs,
Moby Grape,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Index,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joey Negro,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
The Invisible,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.