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 Norway and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the jazz 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes 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?
Arcadia,
T. Rex,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Saints,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
The Fortunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.