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 El Salvador and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Organ,
The Human League,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Wyatt,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
L. Decosne,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
Supertramp,
Jacques Brel,
The Offenders,
Eden Ahbez,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Todd Rundgren,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amon Düül II,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
The Count Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.