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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Ponytail,
Donny Hathaway,
Crime,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Rhythm & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Echospace,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
The Tremeloes,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.