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 Estonia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
KRS-One,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Leaves,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Scratch Acid,
K-Klass,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oblivians,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-102,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Thompson Twins,
Monolake,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.