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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
JFA,
Japan,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
L. Decosne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Jerry's Kids,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oblivians,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
The Offenders,
Cheater Slicks,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
John Holt,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.