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 Serbia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet 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 snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marine Girls,
David Bowie,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
The Music Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Wake,
CMW,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Terry,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Anthony Braxton,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Deepchord,
Alphaville,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio,
The Dirtbombs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Skriet,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.