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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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 guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Index,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
10cc,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Little Man,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
UT,
Interpol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.