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 Djibouti and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Residents,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
June Days,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cameo,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Trumans Water,
L. Decosne,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Niagra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Selecter,
Babytalk,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.