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 Germany and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
the Association,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tomorrow,
Erasure,
AZ,
Iggy Pop,
Barbara Tucker,
The Standells,
Matthew Halsall,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Magma,
X-101,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Letta Mbulu,
These Immortal Souls,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.