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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Ten City,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Easy Going,
Soul II Soul,
The Gap Band,
Public Enemy,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.