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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeff Mills to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Kayak,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Man Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Motions,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Procol Harum,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
Jacques Brel,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ludus,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Camouflage,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
JFA,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.