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 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Ossler,
This Heat,
Roxette,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Malaria!,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Altered Images,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
R.M.O.,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The Real Kids,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.