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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brick to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Todd Terry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
Excepter,
The Names,
Dawn Penn,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
Camberwell Now,
Deepchord,
Blancmange,
Television,
One Last Wish,
The Gories,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Black Pus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Mad Mike,
Echospace,
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.