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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cheater Slicks,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Doors,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
World's Most,
Swell Maps,
Mark Hollis,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed,
Donald Byrd,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.