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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 United States of America to the rock 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mandrill,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Youth Brigade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sparks,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
New Order,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.