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 Eritrea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Angry Samoans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a snare 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul II Soul,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Josef K,
Scott Walker,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Juan Atkins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erykah Badu,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Bobby Womack,
Dennis Brown,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.