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 Iraq and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sam Rivers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Joe Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronan,
Nico,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Joy Division,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
The Leaves,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Scientists,
Brick,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Soft Cell,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.