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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Suicide,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Quadrant,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Blues Magoos,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare,
Loose Ends,
Man Parrish,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Laurel Aitken,
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grey Daturas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Deakin,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Remains,
Ponytail,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.