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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a harpsichord 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pagans,
Talk Talk,
Cameo,
Roxette,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Monolake,
Hot Snakes,
Black Bananas,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Bourne,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Carl Craig,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Anakelly,
Joe Finger,
JFA,
Ronan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
The Doors,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.