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 Nicaragua and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Whodini to the disco 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Buckinghams,
Bad Manners,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Au Pairs,
Anthony Braxton,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Little Man,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.