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 Zambia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABBA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 a sitar and a synthesizer 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
MC5,
Roxette,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
X-101,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bad Manners,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Evens,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bronski Beat,
Audionom,
Jeff Mills,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick Morgan,
Anakelly,
Lebanon Hanover,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Modern Lovers,
Whodini,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.