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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Echospace to the techno 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
L. Decosne,
EPMD,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Hashim,
Crispian St. Peters,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fugs,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.