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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rosa Yemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
X-101,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Names,
Ituana,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Scott Walker,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Adolescents,
Television,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Don Cherry,
The Litter,
Skaos,
The Fortunes,
Al Stewart,
Babytalk,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
MC5,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.