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 Gambia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crime to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer 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 marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
The Moleskins,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
Fluxion,
Vainqueur,
Barclay James Harvest,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Youth Brigade,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Oneida,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Suburban Knight,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Albert Ayler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.