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 Malawi and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
Hot Snakes,
Absolute Body Control,
Icehouse,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Lungfish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ken Boothe,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
Carl Craig,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Bobby Byrd,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flash Fearless,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Shoche,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
cv313,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.