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 Haiti and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Walker Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 theremin 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 rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
Los Fastidios,
Bill Near,
New Order,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Model 500,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Max Romeo,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hot Snakes,
Babytalk,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dawn Penn,
The Beau Brummels,
Soulsonic Force,
Animal Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
X-101,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.