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 the UAE and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rotary Connection,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
H. Thieme,
Mission of Burma,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Reuben Wilson,
Interpol,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
Roy Ayers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
ABBA,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
Symarip,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.