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 Hungary and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joey Negro to the grime 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Wolf Eyes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
ABBA,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Ten City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Babytalk,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
Y Pants,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glenn Branca,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth 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.