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 Belgium and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Associates to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
Grauzone,
Barrington Levy,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Jawbox,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
David Axelrod,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
Blossom Toes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Tremeloes,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
Circle Jerks,
Yaz,
Aloha Tigers,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Eddi Front,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Silicon Teens,
The Wake,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Morten Harket,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.