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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lebanon Hanover,
EPMD,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roy Ayers,
Chris Corsano,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ice-T,
Gong,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick Morgan,
the Slits,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
The Move,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.