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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
The Doors,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Kaleidoscope,
The Moleskins,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The Sonics,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Hardrive,
The Saints,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Excepter,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Shuggie Otis,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.