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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
The Move,
The Slackers,
Ronnie Foster,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott Heron,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Reuben Wilson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxette,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Sparks,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Tommy Roe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.