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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 H. Thieme to the jazz 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Lalann,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Archie Shepp,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Count Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Duran Duran,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Josef K,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flipper,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.