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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Techniques to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fat Boys,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Ronan,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
The Invisible,
Sällskapet,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
Crash Course in Science,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
The Moody Blues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Kayak,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.