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 Grenada 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxy Music 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a marimba 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Pole,
Interpol,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rakim,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fuzztones,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kenny Larkin,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Girls At Our Best!,
D'Angelo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Ice-T,
Lee Hazlewood,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Johnny Clarke,
Average White Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.