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 Lithuania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz 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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Cecil Taylor,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Scrapy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quadrant,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.