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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Au Pairs 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Grauzone,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
PIL,
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.