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 Brunei and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Cure,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
ABBA,
Technova,
Young Marble Giants,
Reagan Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
Roy Ayers,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Flash Fearless,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Can,
Infiniti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Reuben Wilson,
the Association,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.