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 Estonia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Piero Umiliani,
Idris Muhammad,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
The Grass Roots,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
The Standells,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiohead,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
La Düsseldorf,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
New Order,
John Holt,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Clear Light,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.