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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Icehouse,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül II,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Isaac Hayes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Starr,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Sound Behaviour,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Crooked Eye,
Ludus,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
Electric Prunes,
UT,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.