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 Czech Republic and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Smog,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
The Standells,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.