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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sparks,
Blancmange,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gladiators,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.