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 Guyana and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Trumans Water,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Joy Division,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Association,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Albert Ayler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
Rufus Thomas,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Prince Buster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
Can,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
Yaz,
Susan Cadogan,
Pylon,
Infiniti,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fortunes,
The Fall,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.