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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ 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 Stetsasonic to the punk 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Porter Ricks,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
the Germs,
Henry Cow,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Erasure,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Victims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Parry Music,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Model 500,
Magma,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.