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 Brazil and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 The Buckinghams to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba 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 rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
China Crisis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Cameo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Tom Boy,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Country Teasers,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slick Rick,
Junior Murvin,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.