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 China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Eddi Front to the rap 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 clarinet and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
Au Pairs,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Skriet,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Alison Limerick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Basic Channel,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Bush Tetras,
Zero Boys,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
ABC,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.