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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
Scion,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Lyres,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Prince Buster,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doors,
Marc Almond,
Audionom,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.