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 Slovenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro 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 spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
T.S.O.L.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.