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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Shadows of Knight to the disco 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monolake,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
10cc,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Alison Limerick,
Circle Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Model 500,
John Holt,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Infiniti,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sarah Menescal,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.