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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro 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 oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Al Stewart,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Halsall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
10cc,
The Fire Engines,
Rotary Connection,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Jacques Brel,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suicide,
Mantronix,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
CMW,
AZ,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.