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 Cyprus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Audionom,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tomorrow,
Television,
Lee Hazlewood,
Main Source,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Scan 7,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
The Martian,
Avey Tare,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.