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 Singapore and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Liliput to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Zero Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Moss Icon,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
Brick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Liliput,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.