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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gories,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
JFA,
Idris Muhammad,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Ultravox,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Wings,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Jawbox,
B.T. Express,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Average White Band,
Joey Negro,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.