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 Mongolia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Halifax.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Panda Bear,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
Radio Birdman,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Negative Approach,
Eddi Front,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronnie Foster,
Main Source,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.