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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Sherman,
Stiv Bators,
Anthony Braxton,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Hoover,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
The Gladiators,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Moon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.