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 Tanzania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Trojans to the rap 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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glenn Branca,
Gong,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
The United States of America,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Oneida,
Cluster,
Connie Case,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Circle Jerks,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.