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 Azerbaijan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Amon Düül II,
New Order,
Barry Ungar,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Radio Birdman,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tom Boy,
the Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
Technova,
Pagans,
E-Dancer,
The Five Americans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Kinks,
Gong,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.