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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Schoolly D,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Delon & Dalcan,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Dual Sessions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
Jandek,
L. Decosne,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Goldenarms,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.