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 Denmark and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 cv313 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ 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 sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
The Beau Brummels,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
China Crisis,
CMW,
X-102,
Howard Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.