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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator 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 sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
UT,
The Count Five,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell,
Arcadia,
Lalann,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Kool Moe Dee,
Neu!,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Sherman,
Minnie Riperton,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.